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Not if I read her aright. “It was poison—why not?” she answered. “I’m so glad my Mom’s letting me go out tonight. ” They left the restaurant just as the rain slowed to a dull trickle, the fury of the storm exhausted, having left mirror puddles in its wake. The name of his father's murderer is also known to me.
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